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May. 19th, 2017 08:30 pm
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[personal profile] miss_ives
Vanessa had always had sharp instincts, and had long since learned to follow them. That night, as she walked home after dark, there was that odd pinprick on the back of her neck. Someone was watching. And as it lingered, she trusted that she wasn't simply being watched, but actually followed.

Her heart beat a little faster as she picked up the pace, cursing the fact that she was far from any busier street.

London, her home, the city she knew and loved, suddenly felt like a strange, dark, dangerous place. The lampposts felt less efficient than normal, and her steps on the pavement sounded louder than they ought to. She glanced back and saw three men a few yards behind her, hardly more than dark figures, doing nothing to hide themselves.

When she turned into the next street over and they were still following, her mind was made up. She stopped walking and turned around, a forbidding look on her pale features.

The three men slowed their steps but eventually came into clearer view, stopping a few feet from her. They were even paler than her, with sunken, abnormally clear eyes, and they felt wrong to her. Not, she reflected, unlike Mina had.

"What do you want with me?" she demanded.

They shared a look, and the one in the middle replied, "We don't want anything with you. We're not allowed. Our Master, however..."

Their Master. Mina had used that word as well. "Where is he?"

"Do you want to meet him?" the same one offered, stepping slowly nearer Vanessa.


((Feel free to stumble across Vanessa having a chat in a dark street with some vampires, Penny Dreadful style! They'll probably attack you if you try to jump in and get her away from them. Good times!))

OTA

Apr. 30th, 2017 07:42 pm
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Pippa worked when she saw fit. Not every case that came to her was one she took. Sometimes she needed the money so she'd take a jilted lover or a runaway teen, but mostly she kept her time free for cases that interested her. This week she'd gotten a juicy case. Vampires abducting young men and women. Of course anything with vampires intrigued her. She'd set about tracking down the nest that was central to the location of the abductions.

She also had her contacts. She'd touched base with a few of them to pump them for information. Something in the back of her mind told her she should contact Eric. He'd be of use. And she needed to use every resource available.

She hadn't made contact with him, though. She'd simply turned up at the Blood Diamond in a slinky amethyst dress and high heels, her hair done up so her neck was at its most tempting. She'd turned away a few offers. The vamps had been lovely, but not who she was trolling for. She spent most of the night at the bar, her fae blood singing to the creatures around her.

As the night dragged on she became disheartened she wasn't going to make contact. She left her wine on the bar and stepped outside for a cigarette. She pulled her black velvet shawl around her shoulders, the skin tight dress doing nothing to keep her warm on this chill spring night. Out here in the dark she let her magic waft off her gently, perfuming the air like bait. Pip took a drag and kept a watchful eye out for the vampires that met her description of the brood she was looking for. As the night dragged on past midnight she started to lose hope.

She pulled out anothe rcigarette, but this time she fumbled her lighter and it clattered to the ground.

"Bollocks," she sighed, her sweet perfume all around her like night blooming jasmine and wisteria.

She bent gracefully in her cocktail dress to pick it up and saw the shoes of a person before her.

"Clumsy me," she said lightly. Then she looked up to meet those eyes. "Oh, hello."

(find her in the Blood Diamond or outside smoking. Open to everyone forever)

OTA

Mar. 13th, 2017 07:18 pm
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Godric had been away from Area 9 and his responsibilities there longer than originally planned, but reunited with Eric after decades apart it had been tempting to avoid thinking of going back. Skyping with Isabel and Stan shortly last night had left him unable to ignore it any longer. With the approaching dawn, he had assured Isabel he would be return to Dallas by the end of the week, not convinced he'd have two lieutenants if he left them to handle things without him longer than that.

Much of his remaining time in London would be spent with Eric, but there was time still to explore and enjoy the city and its people before he left. He had no plan, simply set out from Eric's after sunset and wandered on a whim. He rode the Tube for awhile – it really was one of the best ways to people watch, and he never knew what he was going to see. He stopped in at a few interesting looking shops, even a bar or two.

There was an openness to Godric's quiet calm, which seemed to welcome conversation from those who noticed him, and when someone approached, he greeted them with a small nod and a spark of interest in his eyes.



Find Godric pretty much anywhere he could reasonably be after dark. Don't worry; he doesn't bite. Slow/late tags welcome.

ota~

Mar. 8th, 2017 12:01 pm
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[personal profile] kersenjr
Time kept on passing, and Bonnie hated it. Her life was over, literally, and the more time went by, the more apparent it was that the world didn’t care and was perfectly happy to move on without her.

The people (vampires) around her didn’t seem to care either, or if they did, they didn’t understand and weren’t ever going to.

She felt like she was going to explode. Meanwhile, the sun still rose and set, the streets filled with traffic every morning, shops opened and closed and streetlights came on at night. Everything was normal and okay, except for her.

Sometimes she could sit still. It didn’t mean she was coping, but at least she could stay in one place. Tonight, she couldn’t. She felt like she wanted to start screaming or trashing the house. Kersen wasn’t home, which meant she didn’t have to bother trying to act normal, so she ran straight out the front door and slammed it shut behind her.

She took a completely unnecessary breath of cool night air. She didn’t feel better, exactly, but at least she couldn’t trash the house if she wasn’t in the house.

She started walking with no idea or care where she was going. It was coincidence that she happened upon a liquor store. A happy coincidence, in her mind. When you were in a shitty mood, what could be better than a whole building full of alcohol?

It wasn’t hard to rob the place. She didn’t even need to use her vampire powers. She just walked in, took what she wanted, and walked out. Nobody was paying attention.

It took a moment for her to get the lid off the bottle of cake-flavoured vodka (she was strong enough to lift cars now, but that didn’t mean she could open a goddamn bottle), then she kept walking, chugging the stuff as quickly as she could in hopes of getting well and truly drunk.

Debut - OTA

Feb. 1st, 2017 09:24 pm
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[personal profile] high_voltage_magic
Isaiah was getting settled in. He was already glad that his north-midwestern accent was getting him slightly confused for a Canadian from time-to-time. But he'd settled into his dorm at the start of the semester, and now, he'd finally gotten familiar enough with maps of the city and such that he was doing what he was meaning to do for awhile now, though he'd been buried in classwork.

Right now, though, he was on the lookout for anything and everything magical in nature. Some of his research suggested that some groups in Europe, especially England, were magically inclined and hoarded secrets. Granted, the boards he'd learned it from weren't particularly credible, but things on the internet weren't particularly credible about this sort of thing in the first place.

There wasn't any harm in looking, after all.

So it was on this particular afternoon that Isaiah, dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots, was walking down the street, a silver thread (okay, it wasn't real silver, but surely silver colored thread was fine, too, right?) tied to his middle finger, suspending a small pendulum made of a chunk of what was probably authentic quartz. With the spell he'd cast before leaving his apartment, it should guide him to anything, or anyone, magical.

Granted, paying attention to the pendulum meant he wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him. So when he bumped into someone, he stumbled back a few steps, surprised, and raised his gaze. "Sorry," he said. "Didn't see you there."

OTA

Jan. 22nd, 2017 08:03 pm
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[personal profile] kersen
Kersen sometimes did this thing where when he was feeling his worst, he tried to look his best. Elaborate drag when he was the most down, for example. Like maybe he could force cheerfulness with sequins and lipstick.

This time, he couldn't seem to muster up the energy for drag, though. What "look" said 'I just found out a lover is a serial killer'? Particularly coupled with 'what does this say about my taste in men'? Finally, he'd just gone with the forced cheerfulness: dark purple leather pants and a shirt (gifted to him by an employee years ago) that read OF COURSE I'M PRO-GAY, DO YOU THINK I WORK THIS HARD TO BE AN AMATEUR GAY in bright rainbow colors.

... also he'd started smoking again. Which was a little ironic since he was pretty sure that any effect they had on him was purely psychosomatic.

However, at the moment he was having a smoke break outside his bar. It was fairly early yet, just past 9pm. The streets were still full, lively with people leaving restaurants and shops, heading into bars and theaters. He liked this time of night, where the world was still alive. Wished he could experience more of it.

Some asshole walking by threw a homophobic slur at him, and he was briefly, stupidly tempted to flash his fangs as a threat. Instead he said, "The most fabulous you'll ever see, honey," and flicked the cigarette to the ground. Luckily it was the cowardly sort of asshole, and he just stuck up his middle finger and kept walking.

ota~

Dec. 18th, 2016 08:20 pm
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[personal profile] kersenjr
Bonnie was shut up in her room when she heard Kersen leave. She didn’t know if she liked being alone or not. She ventured out of her room more often when he was gone, but the empty house felt alien and dead.

She barely used the furniture in the rest of the house unless Kersen was around and she was trying to act normal. It felt wrong to sit on the couch and try to relax. It was like dragging a sofa into a cave full of monsters and pretending it was your living room. Mostly she wandered around with her arms wrapped around herself or sat in the corner with her back against the wall.

She was getting used to her newly amplified vampires senses, better at tuning out background noise, but she couldn’t stop hearing the sounds of the outside world coming in through the walls. It was louder than it should have been, but sounded reassuringly normal. Being inside the house made her want to choke.

She wasn’t thinking when she got up and went to the front door. She just went, and she didn’t know why.

She opened the door a crack and peered out. It was dark. She could see stars. The air on her skin felt colder than she had expected. The night was the same as it had always been.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to go out on her own, but she wasn’t supposed to be dead and trapped inside the house of a vampire she barely knew, either. So she slipped out and started walking, carefully at first, like someone might be watching. She didn’t know where she was going, and she knew she’d have to come back before dawn or she’d die again, for real, but she kept moving. A few metres from the house she realised she wasn’t wearing any shoes.

Being outside felt almost good for a while, but the further she got from the house, the more menacing the streets became. She couldn’t stop peering into shadows. She felt like someone was following her, but whenever she looked over her shoulder, there was no one. Knowing nobody was there didn’t help. She felt like they were gaining on her, and she wanted to run, but she had nowhere to go. She didn’t want to go back to the house. She quickened her pace a little, trying to ignore the panic that was screaming at her to move. If she went running through the street, she’d look like she was crazy.

Granted, she didn’t exactly look like the picture of mental stability. She hadn’t brushed her hair in days, and she was barefoot and hurrying down the street in a state of clear panic.

[IMPORTANT NOTE!!! Bonnie is a new vampire, and she’s not very good at controlling herself yet. Any (living) pups with magical abilities will smell far too delicious and she will lose control and try to eat them. You’re still welcome to tag them in if that’s something you’d like to play, but if it’s not they’d better stay away from her for now. Oh yeah, and it would be completely plausible for her to lose control and attack a regular human too, so if you’d like to play a dramatic vampire attack just let me know :Db :Db :Db]

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